_Various Speakers._ Wheer be pushin' to? Carl that manners, screouging
like that!...I cann't see nawthen, _I_ cann't, wi' all they 'ats in
front ... What be gooin' arn, do 'ee know?...A wumman gooin' in along
o' they lions and tigerses? Naw, ye niver mane it!...Bain't she a
leatherin' of 'un too!...Now she be a kissin' of 'un--maakin' it oop,
loike ... JOHN, you can see better nor me--what be she oop to now?...
Puttin' 'er 'ed inside o' th' lion's? Aw, dear me, now--_theer's_ a
thing to be doin' of! Well, I'd ruther it was 'er nor me, I know _that_
... They wun't do 'er naw 'arm, so long's she kips 'er heye on 'em ...
What do 'ee taak so voolish vor? How's th' wumman to kip 'er heye on
'em, with 'er 'ed down wan on 'em's throat, eh?... Gracious alive! if
iver I did!...Oh. I do 'ope she baint gooin' to let off naw fire-arms,
I be moor fear'd o' pistols nor any tigers ... Theer, she's out now! She
be bold, fur a female, baint her?...She niver maade 'em joomp through
naw bla-azin' 'oops, though ... What carl would she hev fur doin' that?
Well, they've a drared 'er doin' of it houtside, that's arl I know ...
An' they've a drared HADAM outside a naamin' of th' hanimals--but ye
didn't expect to see _that_ doon inside, did 'ee?...BOB, do 'ee look at
old Muster MANDERS ovver theer by th' hellyphant. He's a maakin' of
'isself that familiar--putting biskuts 'tween his lips and lettin' th'
hellyphant take 'em out wi' 's troonk!..._I_ see un--let un aloan, th'
hold doitler, happen he thinks he's a feedin' his canary bird!
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